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Post by Bobby Jon on Jan 19, 2007 1:45:36 GMT -5
I have written a poem for all of you wonderful P.W.s out there, who are dying to get into my head... Going Number Two in Guatemala
Squatting in the bushes I take a Royal Shit while I ponder what stinks worse; Jim's skills or my armpits
Out here in Guatemala, I found a curious pet... Cindy is my puppy; thank God she doesn't shed
Camp life can be quite tough, but we have an Eagle Scout... Judd is Mr. Honesty and that's why he'll be kicked out
Steph will be "Bamboozled" when I crush her hopes and dreams She believes she runs this tribe yet she's as transparent as her schemes
Ruthie is a Boy Genius who has certainly earned a spot in the ORG Hall of Fame... but next to me he'll be forgot
Karma is a BITCH... you readers will see to that! My ORG future is doomed but unlike Jon I'll grab my hat... P.S. So...was it everything you hoped it would be? No worries, I'll let you out of my head in due time. Ironically, I'm beginning to think that these elusive "P.W.s" are just a figment of my imagination...after all, is there even any proof that yall exist!? (insert Twilight Zone music here) I need my medication.
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